Cheers. Applause. People chanting her name. Teachers crying openly.
Mom covered her face, shaking, then looked at me. “You did this?”
“You earned it a long time ago, Mom.”
That photo became the school’s featured “Most Touching Prom Moment.”
Across the room, Brianna stood frozen, mascara streaking, her friends backing away.
One of them said, “You bullied his mom? That’s messed up.”
Her social status collapsed on the spot.
Later that night, we celebrated at home with pizza and balloons. Mom floated around the house, still glowing. Mike hugged her constantly.
Then Brianna stormed in.
“I can’t believe you turned some teenage mistake into this pity party! You’re acting like she’s a saint for getting pregnant in high school!”
Silence.
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